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workingonit
				
			 
			Missed conscription by a couple of years. 
Often wondered why we conscript our youth. Having raised my kids to young adults I would much rather take their place as the first line of defence - which of course means retirees should have an 'open' firearms permit for any weapon of choice for practice down the local range.[bigsmile1]
Given the audience, some levity. Often wondered if I should recount this story (one of many stories) told to me by 'Harry', who had served in both Korea and Vietnam. Could this ever have been true, was a movie plot, or pulling my leg. Does anyone know him!!???
In a nut shell. 
The setting is Vietnam. 
Private Harry is told by commanding officer the sergeant is drunk and I want you to stand in for him at a sergeants meeting. Customary to park rifle in corridor with 'one up the spout'. Meeting is had. Sergeants mess is opened at the end of the meeting for one drink. Drunk sergeant turns up, abuses Harry, both reaching for their firearms. For their actions commanding officer confines both of them to their bunks. 
Drunk sergeant turns up at Harry's barracks and continues to abuse Harry in his bunk. Both agree to a duel at the perimeter where no one can see them!
Harry knows the sergeant only has an inaccurate service pistol. Harry had swapped steel splined Australian boots with a Yank for a long nosed six shooter revolver with tied down holster, and had practiced drawing a lot.
At the perimeter Harry let the sergeant draw first. While the sergeant was fumbling to draw Harry had him 'dead to rights'. The sergeant '...don't shoot Harry, don't shoot...you win!' Harry thought thank goodness, because all he could see in his chambers was blue sky - he'd forgotten to put bullets in!
The MPs had watched these two from a tower and so they were promptly arrested.
it doesn't end.
As punishment Harry got a triple shift on the radio.
Patrols were to voice in at given intervals. One patrol leader, a Kiwi, was know to morse. 
Come time for the Kiwi led group to voice in all that was heard was morse. Harry 'voice in, over' - clickity click - 'voice in, over' - clickity click - 'voice in, over' - clickity click. Harry, on another switch, artillery please shell the following coordinates! Kiwi, 'call them off Harry, it's us, for C's sake call them off!'. Harry calls off the artillery.
Harry didn't tell me what happened after that.